~ where innocences burn in flames.
With a sigh on his pink lips, he settles down next to the male and cocks a hind hoof. He raises his thick head as the man speaks, his ears swivel forward as he speaks and offers the man a smile on his pink lips. "Ahh, yes I remember fondly of my first time coming home... or second time," he says with a chuckle and a nod of his head. Yes, it seems that the Isles always draw him home.
A Lord of Paradise? Ahh it seems they are a kin with their love for Atlantis. Despite Tinuvel's tug at his heart, Atlantis beckons him with her sandy white shores, brilliant colored birds, and warm weather. His herd grows strong with abundant forage and the warm sun on their backs. He nods as the man introduces himself. "Welcome back home, Ailill," he says with a dip of his crown. "I am Björn, Dögunson, Bear King of the Ridge," the title slips off of his tongue with a glint of pride in his eyes.
I take it as you have been here a while. He nods an answer as he opens his lips to speak. "You are correct. I returned to the Isles a little over two years ago," he pauses with a breath before continuing. "I was born on Tinuvel, in the Inlet to be exact. When I was 3 I left for the Norðurland to seek out my kin and came back to the Isles, twice.." and the last time they had followed him here.
"There is just something about the Isles that draws me home," he muses aloud before he turns his attention on Ailill. "How about you? What brings you home to the Isles?" he asks with a tilt of his crown. Curiosity fills his glacial blue eyes.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge